Die If I Can't Marry Off My Favorite (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
“You understand, right? All this time, how well have we treated you? We fed you, gave you shelter, even though you had no memory and nowhere else to go….”
‘That old criminal sure knows how to wag his tongue.’
I thought indifferently while shoveling soup into my mouth.
The soup was watery with not a single solid piece, and the bread served alongside was so hard it could drive a nail—but I still needed to eat this to regain some strength.
“You must repay our kindness. Is that all? No—you’ll become the hero of our village! So stop complaining and….”
Gulp.
I scraped the bowl clean with deliberate thoroughness, packed it full of meaning—“Time for you to leave already”—and shoved it through the small hole in the door.
At last, the annoying muttering stopped. The old man, who had been chattering away—none other than the village chief—clicked his tongue in annoyance, picked up the bowl, and stood up from his seat. His footsteps grew fainter and fainter.
When complete silence finally settled, I cautiously opened the hatch and peeked outside.
The chief was gone, but instead, two burly men stood guard at the bottom of the stairs. I let out a deep sigh.
‘Damn it… They won’t even give me a chance to escape.’
After possessing and letting out one good, loud scream, I’d been dragged by people’s hands and locked up in this room.
A day had passed since then. My initial excitement over having entered the novel had greatly subsided, and I’d managed to gather some information about this body I’d possessed.
I slowly got up and stood before a half-length mirror nearby.
Reflected in the cloudy glass was a woman with light brown eyes and wheat-field-colored short brown hair. Her fair skin was healthy, and she had a rather cute, beautiful face.
And,
“No matter how I look at it… she seems a bit like me.”
Surprisingly, her facial features were extremely similar to my original face.
To be precise, if my original face were adjusted just enough to fit seamlessly into this world without seeming out of place, it would probably look exactly like this.
Even her height and build were nearly identical.
“A doppelgänger… from another world?”
I didn’t know if she truly was a doppelgänger or not, but either way, thanks to this resemblance, looking in the mirror never felt too strange.
“Not bad at all.”
I was still intently studying my new body in the mirror when suddenly a rough, grating sound came from the tightly shut door.
Soon after, the door opened, and a man with a sneering smile stepped inside.
His eyes looked like they’d greet a rotten codfish as an old friend; his under-eye bags sagged with greed; his foul breath reeked strongly of alcohol.
I recognized this man.
His name was Vixir Buren.
He was the despicable scoundrel who’d ruined “this body’s” life completely.
“Well, hey there, pretty girl. Miss me? Lost some weight, huh? You’d better not get too thin—there’d be nothing left to touch then.”
His vulgar taunt made my stomach churn. I bit down hard on my lips to keep myself from cursing aloud.
Less than a minute after appearing, he’d already knocked out my sight, hearing, and sense of smell—truly an extraordinary bastard.
Vixir Buren whistled casually as he swaggered over and stopped right in front of me. I could feel his slimy gaze raking up and down my body.
“Not talking today? Yesterday you screamed so nicely. Go on, say something. Maybe throw in a little coquettishness while you’re at it.”
‘Is he insane?’
An overwhelming urge surged through me like lava—to rip every last twisted hair from his head right then and there. But I had to hold back for now.
I clenched my fists tightly, trembling all over, yet did my absolute best to endure it. Unfazed, the bastard kept right on talking.
“Or how about singing a little song? Hmm, your voice is quite cute. Must be because your face is so adorable.”
Then, with fingers reeking of alcohol, he flicked the tip of my nose.
…My vast, boundless patience and mercy toward this perverted piece of trash ended exactly here.
I slapped his hand away forcefully and covered my nose. Vixir Buren let out a soft chuckle.
“What’s wrong? Embarrassed? Well, I suppose no woman’s ever kept her wits about her with this body standing right in front of her….”
“Your breath stinks.”
Silence filled the cramped room.
Vixir Buren’s mouth hung open stupidly. Dumbfounded, he stammered,
“W-what?”
“I said your breath stinks. It smells fishy. Maybe your kidneys aren’t working right?”
I took three steps back, then dramatically coughed and waved my hand in front of my face. Vixir Buren’s jaw dropped even wider.
Soon, he began trembling violently, as if he’d been thrown naked into the dead of winter.
“You—you shameless bitch! I showed kindness to a nameless, rootless girl who didn’t even know my name, and now you dare, you dare speak to me like this!”
A nameless, rootless girl.
It was a vile insult. The problem was—
‘It was all true.’
I recalled the information I’d gathered while locked up about the woman whose body I now inhabited.
From what I’d learned, she truly had no name. She had no family, no friends, and this village wasn’t even her hometown.
Roughly half a year ago, she’d suddenly appeared in the village one day.
Dressed in fine, clean clothes, she remembered nothing about herself and couldn’t even speak.
The villagers were initially wary, but after deliberation, they decided to take her in.
Her good clothing, proper demeanor, and especially her strikingly pretty appearance led them to speculate she might be a nobleman’s daughter.
Thus, the nameless, memory-less woman settled in the village. Thanks to her considerable skill with needlework, she took on sewing jobs and managed to scrape by.
It had been a peaceful life—until that worthless bastard showed up, swaggering into the village with a liquor bottle in hand.
That scoundrel was none other than Vixir Buren, the youngest son of the aging lord who ruled this region.
The moment he saw the woman, Vixir Buren grinned lecherously and began trailing after her, pestering her relentlessly to become his concubine.
But knowing his infamous reputation all too well, the woman naturally shook her head firmly in refusal… and Vixir Buren’s eyes spun with rage at being rejected.
It was precisely at that moment that the gate to the monsters’ realm opened in the village. Seeing the gate, Vixir Buren made his decision.
He would offer the insolent woman—who dared reject him—as a sacrifice to the monsters.
And thus, the current situation unfolded.
“I was even willing to forgive you if you begged right now! Fine then—let’s see it! I’m really looking forward to watching how your pretty little face twists in terror when you stand before those monsters!”
Vixir Buren stomped and shouted right where he stood, then stormed out of the room with a loud bang. His tantrum wasn’t frightening in the slightest.
Still, dealing with that noisy trash heap left me a bit tired. I shuffled over to the bed and collapsed onto it.
I almost considered taking a nap right then and there… but.
“Hmm.”
As my body relaxed, my mind filled with worry. It was time I seriously thought about my bleak future.
The mission window that had appeared the moment I possessed had floated briefly in the air that day before vanishing automatically—and hadn’t shown itself again since.
No matter how loudly I called out for the “mission window!” or “status window!”, nothing happened. Was it merely a featureless notification meant only to inform me of my limited time?
‘Then who exactly sent it? Could it have been the Author of ?’
Though much remained unclear, one thing was certain: if I ignored this mission window, I would truly die.
My instincts whispered this truth to me. Therefore, I resolved to carry out this absurd mission: “Marry Asperan.”
“To do that, I first need to… get to Asperan.”
But how?
featured three worlds: Elos, where Asperan lived; Elbas, where the protagonists resided; and Tronos, the monsters’ realm lying between the two.
According to the information I’d received upon possessing this body, I was currently in the Gransia Empire within Elbas—the nation ruled by ’s male lead, Ulysses.
In other words, to reach Asperan, I’d have to cross worlds.
“There is actually one very quick method I could try right now….”
It was a reckless gamble requiring a massive amount of fortune—but if successful, I could meet Asperan immediately.
I carefully pondered over the contents of , which I’d read several times in my past life.
It seemed possible.
“Should I give it a shot?”
My decision came quickly. I sprang up from my seat. Now that I’d decided, it was time to lay the groundwork for acquiring a large amount of ‘fortune’.
The village chief ambled along, gently patting his sore back.
In his hand was a tray bearing a few items of food meant for “that girl.” His face darkened as he looked down at the thin soup bowl.
‘Yes… it can’t be helped.’
The third world, Tronos, had recently been discovered between the two original worlds—Elbas and Elos.
Tronos was a realm defying all common sense, inhabited solely by “monsters” incompatible with ordinary life.
Originally, the three worlds had been completely severed, but roughly 500 years ago, gates leading to Tronos began appearing in both Elos and Elbas. Through these gates poured all manner of monsters, attacking people.
Monsters that could only be harmed by magic or aura were practically a calamity. Especially in rural areas, where mages and aura users were exceedingly rare, the moment a gate opened meant certain death.
Thus, when a gate appeared in this village, the chief nearly fainted on the spot.
Of course, nowadays, with thorough preparations against monsters in place, one only needed to request aid from the imperial court, and an extermination squad would arrive immediately.
However, the moment battle commenced against the monsters, the village would undoubtedly descend into chaos.
No matter what measures were taken, some degree of damage to the village was inevitable. The villagers exchanged uneasy glances.
It was just then that the young master—the youngest son of the local lord, who’d been frequenting the village lately—appeared with a cackling laugh.
– “Why worry so much? No need to call for help! Just offer a ‘human sacrifice’!”
Human sacrifice.
A method of dealing with gates originating from an obscure rumor: “If a living human sacrifice is offered before monsters emerge from the gate, the gate will vanish.”
Though utterly cruel, the method had historically been secretly used—since offering a sacrifice actually closed the gate about seven times out of ten.
Indeed, offering a human sacrifice would prevent monsters from appearing altogether, leaving the village completely unharmed.
However, unlike in the past—when such practices were tacitly permitted—the newly crowned Emperor Ulysses had strictly forbidden human sacrifices. Discovery would surely bring severe punishment.
Seeing the chief hesitate, Vixir Buren spoke impatiently.
– “Don’t be a coward! As long as you lot keep your mouths shut, how would the Emperor ever find out about something happening in this backwater village?”
Convinced by this bold assertion, the chief’s resolve gradually weakened.
Moreover, the sacrifice Vixir Buren had pointed to was “that girl”—a woman with neither name nor family, whom they’d taken in out of their own generosity.
In the end, the chief—and the villagers—nodded in agreement. This was an unavoidable choice for the sake of saving more lives.
‘Yes, exactly. If it saves the village, sacrificing just one person is nothing. Honestly, she should be happy to offer her own life!’
Never once considering that he himself would never willingly be that “one person,” even if resurrected from death, the chief justified his actions quite comfortably.
Just as he finally reached the attic room where “that girl” was imprisoned, he spotted a young girl quietly descending the stairs from above.
The young master had clearly ordered that no one be allowed near—so who on earth was this? The chief narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the figure.
And the moment he finally recognized the girl, the old man crumpled his already wrinkled face even further, shook his cane, and bellowed loudly,
“You!”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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Oh my, I understand Shuria’s stressed feelings.. I also often do it when doing assignments..
is canis the second male lead? because the aura of the second male lead is very strong…
- Shuria touches the hearts of everyone around her with her warmth and positivity, including the wolf-like monsters she cares for. Her favorite, the sovereign of Loakin, is amazed by her aptitude.
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“Yes, yes. As expected, my granddaughter takes after me. The money from selling
oh… the family is sick… no wonder the grandchildren are like that, it turns out it’s hereditary
“She said to give it as a gift to people after she’s gone, but is she crazy? Giv
he was already bad, his attitude is getting worse…
'Wow!'
that’s the first comment I would make if I saw my fictional man in person…
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Gabut Cuan
And does something like this exist in the real world? I mean… people who sacrifice others for themselves…